I touched him with my hand and pointed to the walls of our prison.
— from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas: An Underwater Tour of the World by Jules Verne

Only recently, talking with one of Plátov’s Cossack officers, Rostóv had argued that if Napoleon were taken prisoner he would be treated not as a sovereign, but as a criminal.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

But the impression was hardly felt and not fixed, before the consciousness that I faced a great mirror, filling a compartment between two pillars, dispelled it: the party was our own party.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

Alfred and I intended to be married in this way almost from the first; we never meant to be spliced in the humdrum way of other people; Alfred has too much spirit for that, and so have I—Dieu merci!
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

The several departments of power are distributed and blended in such a manner as at once to destroy all symmetry and beauty of form, and to expose some of the essential parts of the edifice to the danger of being crushed by the disproportionate weight of other parts.
— from The Federalist Papers by Alexander Hamilton

7 , and a little head, out of Aristotle, high sanguine, red colour, shows head melancholy; they that stutter and are bald, will be soonest melancholy, (as Avicenna supposeth,) by reason of the dryness of their brains; but he that will know more of the several signs of humour and wits out of physiognomy, let him consult with old Adamantus and Polemus, that comment, or rather paraphrase upon Aristotle's Physiognomy, Baptista Porta's four pleasant books, Michael Scot de secretis naturae , John de Indagine, Montaltus, Antony Zara.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

ANIMADVERSIONS ON SOME OF THE WRITERS WHO HAVE RENDERED WOMEN OBJECTS OF PITY, BORDERING ON CONTEMPT.
— from A Vindication of the Rights of Woman With Strictures on Political and Moral Subjects by Mary Wollstonecraft

I thought it was partly in jest—a half-playful mixture of mock resignation and pretended indifference: but immediately he resumed his place beside Miss Wilmot, and from that hour to this—during all that evening, and all the next day, and the next, and the next, and all this morning (the 22nd), he has never given me one kind word or one pleasant look—never spoken to me, but from pure necessity—never glanced towards me but with a cold, unfriendly look I thought him quite incapable of assuming.
— from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

It always grieved me before, and many's the time I have begged him off and saved him, but this time he appealed to me in vain, for I was out of patience myself.”
— from The Mysterious Stranger, and Other Stories by Mark Twain

I was resolved never to honour your unworthiness, said he, with so much notice again; and so you must disguise yourself to attract me, and yet pretend, like an hypocrite as you are—— I was out of patience then: Hold, good sir, said I; don't impute disguise and hypocrisy to me, above all things; for I hate them both, mean as I am.
— from Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded by Samuel Richardson

“For there is no way out of pain and trouble but only to endure them.”
— from The Constant Prince by Christabel R. (Christabel Rose) Coleridge

In the monkish chronicle of the Life and Miracles of Sancta Bega occurs the following passage:— "A certain celebration had come round by annual revolution which the men of that land use to solemnise by a most holy Sabbath on the eve of Pentecost, on account of certain tokens of the sanctity of the holy virgin then found there, which they commemorate, and they honor her church by visiting it with offerings of prayers and oblations."
— from Lays and Legends of the English Lake Country With Copious Notes by John Pagen White

Does not every man see how entirely unconstitutional it is that the President should communicate his opinions or wishes to Congress, on such grave and important subjects, otherwise than by a direct and responsible recommendation, a public and open recommendation, equally addressed and equally known to all whose duty calls upon them to act on the subject? What would be the state of things, if he might communicate his wishes or opinions privately to members of one house, and make no such communication to the other?
— from The Great Speeches and Orations of Daniel Webster With an Essay on Daniel Webster as a Master of English Style by Edwin Percy Whipple

It is mentioned that at Dresden, also, the children's theatricals in families were far more in request than the great theatre; and in Berlin, which was considered so particularly frivolous and pleasure-seeking, this same winter, at the great masquerade, of which there was so much talk in the country, there was only one person dressed in character; the others were all spiritless dominoes, and the whole was very dull to strangers.
— from Pictures of German Life in the XVIIIth and XIXth Centuries, Vol. II. by Gustav Freytag

And I admit, though in this I am moved by some touch of fanaticism, that even when I see an old subject written of or painted in a new way, I am yet jealous for Cuchulain, and for Baile, and Aillinn, and for those grey mountains that still are lacking their celebration.
— from Ideas of Good and Evil by W. B. (William Butler) Yeats

” A portion of the ending sentence in above pamphlet is as follows:— “But we, on our parts, have had the witness of a good conscience towards God in all our sufferings and loss of all these things” (having recounted their persecutions) “and do make it our care to live inoffensively towards all men, except in the case of Daniel, Chap.
— from The Rogerenes: some hitherto unpublished annals belonging to the colonial history of Connecticut by John R. (John Rogers) Bolles

( From engraving after Stothard. ) {236} It may be here remarked that the earlier pieces of the eighteenth century were polished much in the same manner as was old oak previously described.
— from Chats on Old Furniture: A Practical Guide for Collectors by Arthur Hayden

But if I suffer from a defect of sight, which makes the sky seem black to me, how can the wishes of other people change my eyes?
— from Under St Paul's: A Romance by Richard Dowling

“He told me that there was only one place in this town that would do for your hut and that was my garage.
— from The War Romance of the Salvation Army by Grace Livingston Hill

The typical household of New England was one of patriarchal populousness.
— from Anne Bradstreet and Her Time by Helen Campbell